Total pages in book: 91
Estimated words: 87608 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 438(@200wpm)___ 350(@250wpm)___ 292(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 87608 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 438(@200wpm)___ 350(@250wpm)___ 292(@300wpm)
“Oh yes,” he husked, hand fisting in my hair, making sure I couldn’t move.
The way he held me, the dominance, the arch of his back as he pushed in deeper, wanting more of what I was giving him, sent a thrill rolling down my spine. I loved the taste of him, his scent, and found myself making the suction strong, showing him how much I wanted him. From the grunts and groans of approval, I was certain that Lorne was enjoying the worship as well.
“Take it all,” he ground out, his voice guttural and low.
I loved having him on my tongue, having him press against the back of my throat, and I sucked and laved, licking him from base to head, over and over. I could do it endlessly, but he eased me off, watching as his cock slipped from between my wet lips, staring up at me with dark eyes, his pupils blown with lust.
“Come here and kiss me.”
Following orders, I crawled up his body, hands on both sides of his head as I gazed down into his eyes.
“Kiss me,” he repeated, his voice a gruff whisper.
I bent and took his mouth in a mauling, claiming kiss and one of his hands slipped up around the side of my neck, keeping me there, the other sliding over my ass, squeezing hard.
My moan had him smiling against my mouth. “I want you so bad, and I want to come inside you, not in your mouth.”
“Yes. Yes, do that. Please.”
His husky laughter, not at me, but with me, just as eager as I was, made me smile. Never had I been in bed with anyone and known this kind of ease and trust and hope.
I heard a cap open. “You brought lube with you.”
“I’m always prepared,” he said, trying for serious, but grinning instead before he bit his bottom lip and stroked two fingers into my body. “And I want you ready for me.”
I was going to tell him I was more than ready, and willing, but he yanked me back down, wanting my mouth, kissing me breathless, letting me feel his desire.
It felt so good, the slow build, his tongue rubbing over mine as he pressed deep with his fingers, then retreated, adding a third, the endless push and pull making me writhe over him,
“Xander,” he murmured, turning his head a fraction to break the kiss and suck air into his lungs before easing his fingers from my channel, the muscles clenching around him, trying to keep him inside. “Don’t be afraid. I’m going to keep you.”
I met his gaze just as I felt the press of his wide head at my entrance.
“Actually,” he whispered, taking hold of my hips, keeping me in place, “what I meant to say was please.”
I wanted more and so slowly sank over him, taking him inside my body in trembling increments, the stretch painful as he filled me but succumbing fast to ache and then yearning.
“Please, Xan, let me have you, let me keep you. I’ll take good care of your heart, your body, and your home.”
That fast, again, I could feel my power rise, blood, flesh, bone, all of it in alignment, all of me wanting, needing to have the same thing—the man beneath me.
“I’m not afraid,” he promised as my muscles stopped resisting and he slid home.
I wasn’t breathing, but that didn’t matter. I was impaled on his cock, all of him buried to his balls as I sat there with my ass plastered to his groin, straddling his hips. He grabbed hold of my thighs, yanking me forward, plunging that much deeper, and I cried out his name.
“Don’t be scared that I’ll leave you,” he said thickly, his voice full of gravel. “I can’t. You put a spell on me, whether you meant to or not.”
I couldn’t argue, couldn’t speak. There was only him easing me, in fractions of languid movement, off his cock and then rolling me to my stomach, facedown in the blankets, before he lifted me to my hands and knees, kissing over my spine.
“Lorne,” I growled the demand and he was there, pushing back inside and I was chanting his name.
“So tight, so hot,” he said under his breath, pressing in deep and then sliding back, not out, never out, enough to open me up, making me shiver with all the sensations, that line all blurred between pleasure and pain. “You feel so good.”
I wanted to return the sentiment, but there was only his thrust then, the quick buck against me that made me gasp. When my arms gave out, he gripped my hips like a vise, holding me up as the pounding began. He took complete possession, driving to my core, and I was shivering as I felt the connection open between us, could feel his heart like it was in my own chest.